being the 4th.

We’re buzzing out of town for the weekend to enjoy our 4th of July with family and friends.

Illegal fireworks. The ocean. Cousins. Likely far too much food. Certainly far too much beer. Maybe a trip to the islands. We’re footloose and fancy-free this weekend and I’ve packed every single pair of underwear that Everett has, so we should be good until Sunday night, if need be.

This was the beginning of my packing list last night. I love making the packing list. I hate doing the actual packing. The fact that I’m still doing the pre-trip laundry and food making has nothing to do with that. (ahem.) Really.

Happy happy 4th, friends! May your Instragram feed be filled with horrible attempts at people trying to make hearts with sparklers!